Naturist Freedom Christmas Novels & Stories

I had made it. ‎People rushed past me—families reuniting, couples holding hands, businessmen barking into phones—but I stood frozen near the curb, a small island in a chaotic sea of coats and scarves. A giant Christmas tree glittered near the taxi stand, its lights blurring as my eyes stung. ‎ ‎*Don’t cry, Ariana. You promised Mom you wouldn’t cry.* ‎ ‎I closed my eyes, inhaling the scent of jet fuel and roasted chestnuts, letting the memory of the goodbye at the terminal back home wash over me.

My name was Giselle Sutton, and I had carried myself with a demure and refined demeanor ever since I was a child. No one knew the truth—that I desperately lusted after men. Although I was the campus belle, I only started dating my first boyfriend, Blake Finch, when I was about to graduate because of my parents' strict rules. The atmosphere during Christmas Eve was perfect. Blake brought me back to his rented apartment, wanting to give me an unforgettable first time. I pretended to be reserved, but in reality, I was already brimming with impatience.

He was hiding something tonight. I could feel it. “What do you want for Christmas?” he asked suddenly. I blinked. “What?” “If you could have anything.” The question caught me off guard. I should’ve said something normal. A vacation. A better apartment. Freedom from this double life. Instead the words slipped out before I could stop them. “I want Santa to personally pay me a visit.” Silence filled the room. Then his laugh came through the speakers low and dark enough to make my stomach flip. “So needy tonight.”

He could not sleep or eat well these days. He always thought of me when he had moments of free time. He would then go to the villa in the mountains. He believed I had nowhere to go. If I left the pack, I would become a rogue werewolf. He thought I had lived enough of that life and would never go back to it. The villa in the mountains was not large and could not be compared to the one I had just destroyed. In the past, Lawson and I would live here for a while after winter began. We sat before the fireplace and cooked meat stew, then watched the moon over the snow at night.

'' Hey i have an idea , we can celebrate Christmas here along with us '' Noir suggested . '' Hey good idea '' said Celia . '' NOt a bad idea i guess '' said Adam . '' But i don't feel like celebrating '' Arthur said '' there's no one in my family now no dear ones '' . '' Who said you don't have a family ?aren't we your family ?'' Noir asked . '' But '' Arthur paused '' i don't want to cause any trouble for you i am already causing trouble for you all '' . '' It's not a bother at all '' Adam replied . '' We will be happy to celebrate human christmas '' Celia said . '' Yes we would be very much happy to , bu we have a problem '' Noir commented .

my eyes accidentally went lower than they were supposed to, startling me into turning my face away as it heated against my caramel cheeks. I fiddled with my fingers nervously as I tried to keep the image out of my head, "something you should know is that in this era, you can't walk around the place naked. We're always covered unless we're alone in our home. You can't be naked in public... or in front of me and Liza." "I'm sorry, since we turned so often into our wolves, my people and I are accustomed to nudity," Axil apologized, coming to sit on the chair opposite me... this time with the towel wrapped around his lower half instead of his head.

'Just one more thing,’ he said thoughtfully, and Nattie bit her lip, wondering if he’d just changed his mind. ‘Merry Christmas, Nattie,’ he whispered in her ear as he pulled her still only half-covered body back against him. So you do know my name! she thought happily, pushing her breasts against the cotton of his shirt and realising ~ all over again - that it was the magical night before Christmas. In spite of his casual mention of nuts and mince pies and stuff, what'd happened in the big leather chair had made her forget the festivity of the season. But now, held tight in such strong, gorgeous arms, she did remember - and her feeling of goodwill to all men could’ve lit up every street in t

I grip his shoulders as I lower myself onto his cock, whimpering from the pain and pleasure. Oh, fuck yes! Pleasure erupts inside of me, and I begin riding his cock as he holds onto me tightly, kissing me deeply once more as he meets my thrusts with his own. Yes, we’re a little crazy right now, but it’s ok to be crazy sometimes, even when you’re a mother with a hundred responsibilities, it’s ok to have some fun… I smile against his lips. This is truly the best Christmas ever…

My little brother, Jake, just grinned and said, "Cool!" And so began my nudist life at home. I'd strut around, bare as the day I was born, not a care in the world. It was liberating, like I was shedding the constraints of society along with my clothes. Sure, I'd throw on a robe if we had company over, but when it was just us, I was all natural, all the time.

I shook my head hard enough that my earrings jingled, trying to pull myself back into the moment. This was supposed to be a sacred celebration—the Luna Festival, a once-a-year event to honor the moon goddess. The kind of thing steeped in tradition and whispered reverence. But looking around, it was less holy ritual and more nude rave. Naked bodies—both male and female—were moving to the pounding drumbeats, swaying in strange rhythms, touching, laughing, even doing… other things I probably shouldn’t be watching. Not everyone was naked, but there were enough bare chests and swinging parts to make my eyes dart all over the place, unsure where it was safe to look.